Summary

The content describes a disturbing decline in the atmosphere and safety of warehouse parties, marked by drug abuse, irresponsible behavior, and a tragic death.

Abstract

The narrative "Warehouse Party Degradation" serves as a sequel to a previous piece titled "Lost" and delves into the chaotic and perilous environment of warehouse parties. Initially masquerading as a sanctuary of freedom from authority, these events quickly devolve into scenes of reckless drug use, particularly with ketamine, leading to dangerous and depraved behavior. The author paints a vivid picture of the hazards, including intoxicated parents, uncontrolled animals, and the ever-present risk of fire. The account culminates in the tragic death of a friend, Daryl, from a heart attack, which is mishandled by the partygoers. The piece is a stark warning about the consequences of unchecked hedonism and the vulnerability of those involved in such scenes.

Opinions

The author views these warehouse parties not as genuine celebrations but as "dens of iniquity" where responsibility is abandoned.
There is a clear disdain for the lawlessness and selfishness that pervade these drug-addled gatherings.
The use of ketamine is portrayed as particularly hazardous, leading to unpredictable and self-destructive behavior.
The author expresses frustration and anger at the callous treatment of Daryl's body after his death, highlighting the lack of empathy and respect among the partygoers.
The piece conveys a sense of loss and disillusionment with

PROSE POETRY

Warehouse Party Degradation

Warning to readers you may find some content disturbing

A sequel to “Lost”

Not a place for a party, I would not call it a party in these dens of iniquity where responsibility is left on the street before entering.

Dressed up as a warehouse “party” away from the police and prying eyes, a feck you to authority! “This building is ours for the weekend.”

Sure there is the feeling of “A party,” loud, repetitive dance beats, plenty of booze, too many drugs, or not enough for some.

The first few soirees are fun, then you start to notice things are not right.

“Special K” takes over, Alsatian dogs on the loose shitting, teenagers with thick white “K” snot dribbling from their immature nostrils bouncing off walls, stairwells are always a fairground ride.

Fire on twirling poys or fire sticks gives the whole place that distinct reek of gasoline, just one mistake and the entire warehouse will go up in flames. This makes me nervous.

Mothers out of it, slumped with babes in their laps, comatose in a far off realm. Sure their young will be fine, “aunty also off her face” is there to mind the child.

It always strikes me how volatile “special K” is, it would take nothing for an off their face “partygoer” to start eating a fine meal while chewing on a broken bottle; not an exaggeration after witnessing a crazy bare-chested young man running around, dancing wildly as if his soul was possessed.

He thought jumping through a window was a great idea! I don’t know why? Maybe he thought it was a swimming pool? Or escaping those dreadful terrors within his mind.

Not jumping right through to land on the ground, he belly rocked on the window sash as shattered glass fell several meters on to the paving slabs.

He continued to dance with more than just a bloody stomach, I learned something about anatomy that morning.

Writhing in agony once the horror had dawned, revellers pinned him to the floor, their filthy bare hands stuffing his innards back to where they belonged was sure to see him hospitalised for months and did with infection.

At least his head was still on his shoulders.

The final nail in the warehouse coffin for me was a “party” night I did not attend. My close friend, Daryl, died of a heart attack, at this FILTHY warehouse “party.” They; I don’t know who, nor could find out, took his body outside in December’s freezing snow.

Well you can’t upset non paying revellers, can you now.

Anger kept me away from these warehouse “party’s.” the lawlessness just proves to me the selfishness of drug-addled minds.

R.I.P. Daryl.

“Special K” is a nickname for Ketamine, a drug used in operations to induce sleep. It is also administered for pain relief. “Partygoers” use it for its hallucinogenic properties.

Thank you as always Dr Mehmet Yildiz and the ILLUMINATION-Curated team for giving my words a platform 🙏 Thank you all for reading and your precious time. Always. J. 🙏✨